Luyện nghe bài hát Fight I Couldn't Win

Eighth grade, my ground
by at least 30 pounds
Oh, Willie T.
boy in the school
Toe to toe of homeroom
Like two gunslingers in the at high noon
Theres no backing now
just look like a fool
Somebody had to up to him
I stood up, and got knocked back down
a fight I couldnt win

Stumbling for words on the
Dads trying to tell me why hes not home
Its mother and me
Boy, its not fault
So its one a month
And a summer
Made a special trip back, for my
Said, Im proud of you, son... take good of your Mom
I to be a man and hold it in
I want to cry in front of him
Thats a I couldnt win

And youve got to let go
Sometimes youre gonna
You try to your battles
But they choose you

holding our ground
Shots ringing out, and the men going
We caught in harms way
Way too far home
Well its not about pride or the headline
Not for the country, or even Old
At like that, youre trying to bring each other back home
I ran to help my friend
I to keep the life inside of him

Mm, hm... I

Thats a I couldnt win
Thats a I couldnt win